There was once a small village, 
in which travelers passed by, to rest, eat or dry.

In this meager thorp, that there was once this poor sap, 
Johnny Brightsmile was his name, sat with a cat on his lap.

Johnny ol’ Johnny, the only bright thing about him were his teeth,
Pearly little whites that would make every noble with envy seethe.

One fine day, a dapper man came in his aid,
 Taking a good look at Johnny a proposal he made:
 "You there boy got a smile so bright
 It could damn near damp the moon with its light! 
 Bury a tooth into the soil, 
and a golden coin will make it worth the spoil." 


In the time that passed by,
 Johnny became a rich guy.
And as the coins weighing down his pockets increased,
 Soon, all the village, young and old, joined in his feast.

But that was not out of kindness you see.
 No, there's a place for the living left unseen.
 A grim cemetery with nobodies beneath, 
A place for dead left with no teeth. 
Oh Johnny, Oh johnny, look at him!
 His bright teeth in display, the shining so grim.
 For while his village conquered the heath
Never once he touched his teeth

Johnny Ol’ Johnny, he only feared age 
His teeth the only thing that won’t look like a sage.
 During a night o tormented sleep 
Johnny in his dreams buried deep 
Felt cold fingers open his lips 
Bodies sitting on his hips 
That night ol’ johnny came to discover
 The dead their teeth had come to recover
 Because no matter what life you live,
 the dead do not forgive.